Lined up on the road to deathVictims sure to dieTrapped in lives of living hellHorror in their mindsTyrants chose their destinyPicked to die at birthBunred behind the concrete wallsTheir screams are never heard

Flesh it burns and peels awayThe blood boils in your veinsInhale the smoke from burning fleshHear the screams of painVomit as you start to dieChoking on the bileCorpses hooked and dragged awayThrown into the pile

Roasting in the crematorium, death is slowFlames burn your fucking flesh to the bone